in our moment of makeover

and maybe makeovers of many kinds.

i haven't updated because i honestly don't feel like i have much to say. and though that hasn't changed, perhaps it'll be a sort of welcome back to the internet for you.

so, i'm taking a graduate-level comparative lit class ("comparison and cultural difference") and it makes me nervous. did you know that the discipline is in crisis, jessica? like your painting! well, probably not in the same way. or maybe yes. comparative literature has absorbed so many things from so many other disciplines that right now it's in a sort of identity crisis. what are we supposed to compare and how? how many languages should we know and how well should we know them? the market value of literature, do we value theory over the literary, can we choose what we encompass. and did you know that the field of areas studies was borne out of the cold war and the desire to know the enemy, etc. etc.?

i've been composing poems in my head before i go to sleep and then forgetting them by the time i wake up.

i don't know. i feel like if i were to make love to someone right now i would cry.

to end: hovering is harder than flying.